Depressed

My own words explaining my feelings. Ignore the wrong grammar and stuff, I will write this when I'm crying; when I'm sad; late in the night or early in the morning... We'll see.

published on December 19, 201548 reads 16 readers 6 completed
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Depressed
Chapter 2.

Jus' Feel LIKE Shit

It's just there, no pain, just scars and a beautiful painting. I'll slump in the stall, warm blood running down my side, wishing I was dead an not here. Drugs? Ive considered, and smoking has definatley come to mind. Don't mention the razors and pencil sharpeners littering my floor. But they are there. My life revolves around controlling my own pain. i try so hard not to be depressed but no one knows that its hard... so hard to drop a knife and find a reason to live. I know every lyric to Her Last Words, Nightcore. It's weird I used to be so happy...but now... Life has changed so drastically.
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vive_la_revolution
I had no idea... Depression sucks. *hugs you*
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Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde
*weak smile* Thanks... I appreciate it.
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Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde
Okay! :)
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on December 19, 2015
vive_la_revolution
I'll make a private page and PM you the link or soething. It won't kill me to open up the conversations tab for a moment.
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Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde
Okay... it'll be hard since you can't PM...
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on December 19, 2015
vive_la_revolution
No problem. Anytime you want a talk, need a friend, a listening ear, whatever... I'm here. I want to do whatever it takes to help.
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